Goodkite

Author: John LaCroix

Original post: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1aYDitlSoP0YuhHXA-HygiCRZe-pEan4aeTLhZFDXNRA/edit

Entry for the YC120 Pod and Planet Fiction Contest in the A Day in the Life category.

A sleek silver silhouette,
Pirouetting through the endless stars.
A Condor dances with a Catalyst,
Scourge missiles striking its curves.
The Catalyst cannot reach the bird of prey,
But his Algos friend may.
An angry horde of irate drones,
Unleashed upon the bird,
The drones track him down.
Good night, little bird of prey,
A beautiful explosion it makes.

An Imperial Navy Slicer, you know he must be elite.
A small frigate gang, he should be able to beat.
A Slasher comes out at him, approaching fast!
But the Slicer deftly moves to the side - the Slasher flies way past.
The Slicer’s beams focus onto the hull,
And there the Slasher dies,
They can hear its pilot’s angry cries.
A Taranis bears down on the slicer,
Trying to ruin his day,
But using feathering, the Slicer is able to keep him away.
But now the slicers cap is critically low,
The pilot thinks it’s time to go,
And so, he warps away.
The Slicer lives to see another day.

A Legion light attack craft, fending off the blob.
A Sabre chasing it takes a faceful of missiles - the pilot sobs.
It turns to run, to ruin the Garmur’s fun.
As its shields and armor are stripped away,
The Sabre pilot thinks he will again see the light of day.
The Garmur pilot yells, “No way!”
The Sabre is disrupted, stopped from warping 50km away.
The Sabre pilot face becomes red with rage,
Today it seems, is not his day.
The Legion pilot laughs with joy,
Rejoicing at this evil deed,
He praises his loyal steed.
Balanced Legion indeed.